Chronic, Not Crazy!

Dear fellow endo girlies,

Happy Saturday. I hope there has been space for rest after the noise of the holidays, even though we all know endometriosis never seems to honor a pause.

I think I asked too much of my body this past week moving through Christmas prep, meal planning, chores, and the steady churn of doctor’s appointments that have filled nearly every week since surgery. Even without anything extra, that kind of schedule is heavy, now add the holiday season to that as well. Yesterday my body whispered its familiar warnings of body aches, fatigue, migraine, pelvic pain, and GI issues. This morning seemed so much worse where opening my eyes felt like effort. Moving felt like asking too much. My migraine returned, my husband darkened our room, and I placed a towel over my head just to feel the comfort of weight, something grounding, something steady. I slept longer than I meant to, and when I finally made it to the couch, I convinced myself this was just a small flare, something I could outmaneuver. It wasn’t. The day unraveled into stillness, heat pack on, heat pack off, each movement demanding more energy than I had to give, my chest tightening as I focused on breathing through it. This is the part that feels most unfair: two and a half months after a hysterectomy, my body is still capable of bringing me to a halt. I know hormones are shifting, that healing bends and loops instead of moving straight forward, but the pain still feels sharp, confusing, and oh so exhausting. I understand that it will take time for me to heel and hopefully have a body that is manageable. I understand that it will take time to heal and that, hopefully, my body will become more manageable. I also know the harder truth that injections, medications, and therapy might not work or make it disappear. That this may always be a part of my life, something I will have to learn to maneuver through and fight all while also not letting it tear me down.

For now, I am letting the day be what it is. I am resting without apology, listening without judgment, and trusting that even this stillness has a purpose. Healing may be slow and uneven, but I am allowing myself grace in the waiting. Just as I am learning to offer myself grace, I hope you can offer it to yourself, too. The heavy days are not a reflection of weakness or failure; they are moments beyond your control, asking only for gentleness. They are invitations to slow down, to rest, to listen, and to meet yourself with patience instead of judgment. And in those quiet spaces when the world feels too loud or the weight feels too much, know that you are not alone. If you need someone to talk to, I am always here.

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